Even after buying a new scale, I didn't get the result that I wanted. This fancy scale with all the bells and whistles gives me a picture of what is going on inside, but it isn't coinciding with how I physically feel. And the fact that the scale hasn't moved is starting to make me feel bad, which it shouldn't. I am going to use the best go-to reason for gaining weight while eating well and exercising . . . "muscle weighs more than fat". Honestly, the weight gain brought on by muscle is miniscule, unless I am actually benching and squatting hundreds of pounds and have a clean diet made mostly of protein and minimal complex carbs, and taking supplements galore.
I know better. Therefore, I am planning on ceasing weight checks on the scale. I don't want the "numbers" to distract me from the good work I put in at 5 a.m. every morning. And last night, I did 30 minutes of Yoga when I'd already put in strength and conditioning with a DVD in the a.m. That scale can't tell my sore hamstrings, from running 3 miles on the treadmill at 5 a.m., that I am not on the right track. The scale can't tell my upper body that I am not getting strong enough to hold the planks while doing Yoga and during the torture that is a Jillian Michael's workout.
From today on (and at least for a week), I will continue to focus on how I feel, and hope that along the way I do get to that "magical" number of 199 that I've been so aching for . . . and eventually to the 150 lbs that my body truly is desperate for.